- Beneath whispers of moonlit tides,
The stars murmur dreams in a language
Not meant for human ears, nor
Yet touched by the ethered silence—
Here, amongst kelp gardens, the breath
Of the celestial exhaled unwrought
Wings over the fathoms of thought.
- O, vastness sewn in fragments;
Lost the quasar pieces of
fractured sailors’ lullabies,
In shells hold the remnant echoes
Of cosmic metamorphoses, where once
The deep’s confusion mirrored galaxies gone.
- Do time and anemones bend just alike,
Will they bend as one to forces
Beyond reckoned seas or Mauritania?
Henceforward, let these broken shores
Describe tides woven of flushed
Starlight, speckled in phosphorescent unknowns.
Seek the hidden constellations
In deeper waters—
A cosmic solitude masked as
Lapping waves on drifting cerulean thoughts,
Voices of Neptune lost in
wanderer's dreams.
- Stroke of celestial petrichor;
Abyss listening unto it
Echoes, from silenced suns, shifting
Opaque narratives written in
inked depth escapes the well-timed pulse.